They slap my cheek again, the other way, cackling.
So I thrust again, grunting, and bottom out inside them, meeting resistance somewhere deep in their guts.
Liolen’s eyes roll. “Fuck,” they whimper. “I’m sorry, my dear.” They run a gentle hand along my red cheeks.
“Don’t be. I like it when you slap me,” I murmur, and beam at the Gilded Liege in all their naked splendor.
They are like a vision on top of me, pert tits jiggling and bouncing, stomach distending from my size, elegantly wide hips heavy on top of me, crushing and suffocating me in an amazing way. Their long blond hair runs to their ass and swings all over, framing us both.
Liolen grins deviously as I tell them how much I like their violence. They wrap both hands around the slender pillar of my neck, and squeeze.
My eyes roll. I choke, groaning. I reach behind them, grab the ends of their hair, andyankas hard as I can.
Liolen’s head snaps back. They let out a choked wail, the high octave of their voice pitching down a step.
With some hair-pulling leverage, my hips move faster now, bouncing on the bed, slamming my cock into Liolen’s ass so deep and hard and violently that I can feel my weighty balls clapping against their round cheeks.
Cum sprays from Liolen’s hard little dick in sprinkles, showering my red face as they squeeze my neck, messing the bed in oozing snowfall. They scream in ecstasy, not caring if the guards outside hear us, or if they wake up the unconsciousmistresses and misters they hauled into this room earlier tonight.
Liolen brought three other concubines. Two women and a man. They had me fuck all three of them until they couldn’t walk, and now they’re sleeping, pouring my seed out of their gaping holes, haphazardly strewn about the chamber in various states of undress.
I liked the redheaded woman most. She took me well, even when she was screaming her blissfulness for all the heavens to hear. I hadn’t expected her to eject a waterfall of juices over me as she twitched and trembled from my ministrations. That was fun.
Now I can’t breathe. It’s not very fun. But since I can’t die from the asphyxiation, I suppose it’s not that bad. My vision starts to swim as Liolen comes uncontrollably and then my balls tighten.
I grit my teeth, whimpering out a grunt, and my entire body goes taut. I lift my ass one last time, my rear going concave, bucking my hips into the air—
And Liolen’s stomach distends more than ever before. Their screeching turns into a groaning, and they finally stop choking me so they can rest their hands on their belly.
Slowly, as I pump more and more of my essence inside them, I watch as their belly expands, until they look certifiably pregnant. It shouldn’t be possible, and I know I haven’t filled Liolen’s womb, yet the sheer volume of my orgasms is enough to create the illusion of a belly swollen with child.
They flop off me, plummeting onto the bed with a great heave of air, and still my cock throbs, erect like a spear as it wags in the air between my narrow thighs. I watch as the overliege’s asshole breathes and empties itself with a river of my thick cum.
Ten minutes later, Liolen is on their hands and knees at the foot of the bed. They drag me off and I yelp as I plop down ontothe carpeted floor. They told me these fluffy rugs cost them an entire galley—a ship, I believe—and that we’d better use them to make it worth it.
They wrap a chain around my neck. Tighten it, holding the other end of it like a leash. They laugh as they drag me around the room like their pet, and I even bark when they ask.
Eventually, Liolen lifts me from my knees—I don’t weigh much, after all—and planks me over the edge of the bed. My knees stay on the rug but my chest and head stretch over the incredibly soft mattress.
They go to their knees and start fucking my ass, their cock moving in a hyper-fast rhythm I can hardly feel from their small size. At least it sounds pleasurable for the overliege, however, and before long my body starts to betray me.
It happens when Liolen tugs on my heavy balls. Their body smacks into them from behind, and I groan and grunt, cock stiffening and slapping against the side of the bed with loud thuds.
Before I can stop, cum shoots out of me, painting the side of the bed white in a great splash, and my eyes go half-lidded. I believe it’s my tenth orgasm of the evening, or maybe my ninth, in just a few hours. The Gilded Liege has learned there is no stopping my libido, however, and they can keep using me over and over again until they’ve gotten their fill.
“Shame you didn’t plant that load into my womb, my dear,” they tell me in a whisper.
“Next one, perhaps?”
“Certainly.” They smile angelically and lift me off my feet. I kick, to be a brat, as they throw me onto the bed.
Liolen joins me, goes onto their back, and spreads their legs. They smile, reach under the nearest pillow, and come out holding a small dagger. Its blade is ornamental, mostly, crafted in a wavy fashion that somehow makes the blade the most girlishlooking weapon of death I’ve ever seen. “If you please, my little fae queen.”
I smile at them. Take the dagger with one hand, while lifting their balls with the other. Their legs spread and I plunge inside their tightest hole, watching as their pretty face contorts and their eyes roll.
I’m on my knees, fucking one of the most powerful vampires for the umpteenth time tonight, in a chest-to-chest, face-to-face intimate position. Their long, elegant legs lift and fall onto my bony shoulders. Our height difference is so extreme it looks odd with me pummeling away inside them and having their legs swing and toes curl up toward the ceiling.
Most people in either city would die for this honor.